When I was a young lad my father set up a comic-book mail-in subscription for me. My title of choice was a Spider-man classics run that started with reprints of the beginnings of Spider-man, Amazing Spider-man 1+ (and Amazing Fantasy #15). The publication went about 16 issues into Amazing Spider-man and then abruptly stopped. Imagine my dismay as I opened the mail-box, removed my monthly comic, and found that Marvel decided to send me Conan in lieu. Conan does not compare to Spidey. Replacing a 3rd grader’s comic-book, about a nerd turned super-hero, with an ancient tale of some bone-head is pretty lame. They could have at the very least substituted it with Iron Man or The Fantastic Four.
This brings us to today, where Conan remains a distant memory of my childhood. However, as I walked through the comic shop this afternoon, I saw this wild statue. A reminder of Marvel’s piss-poor decision to change up my subscription to classic 60s Spider-man tales with early 90s Conan… I sure hope that Green Goblin got what was coming to him, I may never know.